Oh the Irony

A small poem about the horrors and cycles of bullying.

The boy lays on the ground while the second stands over him

The first boy cries while the second laughs

The second boy is hurt

But is not crying

For his tears have dried up

The second boy is on the ground

The man standing over him

Belt in hand

Oh the irony

The first boy sits down

His friends crowd around

Concussion is found

Hit by a locker

And now is at the doctor

The first boy goes home

To a poor family

To a small house

To an unhappy life

To depression

To anger

To suicide

The first boy screams

But no one deems

It important

No matter how absorbent

The physical bandage

Can be banded

The second boy stays still

Clothes off

Bloody and beaten

Assessing his wounds

Just to go back

And beat the first boy some more

Oh the irony

The anger the first boy feels

All of those deals

Only to be let down

And told he was a clown

The first boy is sad

The crying never stops

While the second boy laughs

But hides the scars

Under his hoodie

While the first boy doesn't

Oh the irony

The second boy runs

From what feels like a thousand guns

But in reality

In actuality

There is only one

And it isn't a gun

The first boy’s life is over

He gave up

But his story will never be forgotten

Because in the sea of many

He wasn't the only one

Bullying is wrong

But you must be strong

For behind every bully

There is truly

A troubled past

Author's Note

This was a school project that turned out to be so much more. Let me know what you think!